Gedichten

There is a silence in wandering
Through an old city
That I came to love
So dearly
With its narrow streets
Directing the gaze towards heaven
Large squares, small courtyards
That connect to inner spaces
Royal palaces
Telling royalty dwells in the heart of men
A mosque-cathedral, a synagogue
That opens the inner eye of devotion
Bridges, Roman and contemporary
Crossing the river of emotional fluidity
Monuments for Archangel Raphael
That honour the healing power in this Universe
Countless fruit-bearing orange trees
Showing the abundance of Mother Earth
Bathing under a Mediterranean sun
That gives light unconditionally to all
Wandering
The noise of the conditioned mind
Ceased by its own surrender
Though not its nature
Astonishingly, with ease
Like the out-breath follows the in-breath

With no effort
When wandering in beauty
In an unknown environment
With a crystalline angelic light
That healed this city of the mind
Once again